#look I'm sorry for the spoiler but if you don't know that ned dies by now. what rock are you living under and can i join you.

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Oh have fun reading ASoIaF, those are truly my favourite books! Also I definitely had the same experience of "I was right to like those characters off the bat but was too young to articulate why" so have fun rediscovering those books as you go!

Thanks! It's been so fascinating, especially with the biggest pieces, having a much better understanding of tragedy, because good lord they really are such a stunning set of ongoing tragedies. I keep finding myself so earnestly hoping that maybe this time Ned will act differently, that he'll get out of King's Landing with his head intact, but he can't, and in all reality, the rest of the story can't really exist if he does. The chapter with Catelyn and Tyrion at the inn was PAINFUL because it could not have happened any other way, and dear god I wish it had.

Honestly, it's so apparent that even Cersei, who I couldn't bring myself to hate either back in high school, is very clearly surviving the only way she knows how. Which is really the gist of it—each of these houses is surviving in the only way it knows, and these clashing methods of survival are what is driving them to such ruin. It is really fabulously well done in terms of balancing a lot of interwoven narratives and points of view in such a way that makes it clear that Martin does not want you to despise any of these characters, even the ones that are truly despicable.

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•. Peter Parker x Fem!Reader .•

(Warning: No Way Home Spoilers: Angst: Fluff Ending)

(Peter and MJ aren’t in a relationship)

(Summary: In Y/n's universe she lost her Peter, and when she arrives in Peter (TH)'s universe it's as if she seeing a ghost)

(Hinted multiversal relationship at the end)

(Y/n) walked through the portal; taking off her mask once seeing Ned and MJ. “You’re not Peter,” MJ says, holding bread in her hand prepared to throw it.

She shuddered to hear that name again, “No. Peter’s the name of my la-,” She says, then notices the two men dressed in their own Spider-Man suits.

“Wait.” She freezes. Looking at both of them, Ned’s grandma stared at the girl who turned to look at her and waved shyly back.

“Who are you?” Ned asked, and she looked towards him. Clenching the mask in her hands, “My name is Y/n Osborn, and I’m Spider-Man well Spider-Woman in my universe.” She says, looking around the room.

(Y/n) looked down shyly, being in a room with two Peter’s is confusing and also hard for her,. She lost her Peter a year ago in her universe. She’d never forget that awful day.

Swinging onto the rooftops, she along with the other’s landed on the rooftop. Finally meeting this universe Peter, and the moment she laid eyes on him. It’s as if she was seeing a ghost. He looked just like her universes Peter almost an exact carbon copy.

“I'm sorry. About May...” Peter (TM) said, sadly. Looking at the younger Peter.

“Yeah. Sorry. I got some understanding of what it--” Peter (A) says.

“No, no, no, please don't tell me that you know what I'm going through.” Peter (TH) shouted, tears streaming down his cheeks.

“Okay.” Peter (A) said, looking at the young Peter. He just lost his aunt and his life just seemed to fall apart before his eyes.

Peter (TH) looked towards the alternate versions of himself, “She's gone. And it's all my fault. She died for nothing. So I'm gonna do what I should've done in the first place.” Pete (TH) said, reaching for the box.

(Y/n) removes her mask, “Peter—” She says, softly looking at him.

“Please, don't. You don't belong here, either of you, so I'm sending you home.” He says, shaking his head.

“Those other guys are from your worlds, right? So you deal with it. And if they die, if you kill them... That's on you.” He says, and the other versions just looked at him they knew the exact pain he was going through.

“That's not my problem. I don't care anymore. I'm done. I'm really sorry that I dragged you into this, but you have to go home now. Good luck.” He says, looking at them. As he reaches for the spell box, but MJ moves it away from him, wordlessly encouraging Peter to hear out his alternate versions.

“My Uncle Ben was killed. It was my fault.” Peter (TM) confessed.

“I lost... I lost Gwen, my, um... She was my MJ. I couldn't save her. I'm never gonna be able to forgive myself for that.” Peter (A) said as tears brimmed his eyes.

“But I carried on, tried to, um. Tried to keep going, tried to keep being the, uh... That Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man, 'cause I know that's what she would've wanted. But at some point, I just-- I stopped pulling my punches. I got rageful. I got bitter. I just don't want you to end up like-- Like me.” He said looking at him.

“I-I lost my Peter….I-I couldn’t protect him when he needed me…” She sniffled, wiping away the tears brimming her eyes.

“I gave up hope. Stopped being well the Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Woman. I-I let things happen; things I should’ve stopped but didn’t. I-I became hateful, a-and I made mistakes.” She said, looking doing as she fiddled with the necklace her Peter gave her years ago.

“The night Ben died, I hunted down the man who I thought did it. I wanted him dead... I got what I wanted. It didn't make it better. It took me a long time to... Learn to get through that darkness.” Peter (TM) said.

“I wanna kill him. I wanna tear him apart. I can still hear her voice in my head...” Peter (TH) says, as he briefly breaks down then sighs composing himself.

“Even after she was hurt, she said to me that we did the right thing... She told me that with great power...” He says.

“Comes great responsibility.” Peter (TM) says.

Peter (TH) looks up at Peter (TM, who looks over at both Peter (A), and (Y/n). They both nod at with, teary-eyed.

“Wait, what? How do you know that?” Peter (TH) asked.

"My mom said that," She said, looking at him.

“Uncle Ben said it.” Peter (A) said,

“The day he died. Maybe she didn't die for nothing, Peter.” Peter (TM) said. The three Peter’s share a look, along with (Y/n).

Later that night, in the basement of Midtown High. Peter (TH) lays out the broken devices in front of the two other Peter’s, and (Y/n). Standing around the table the Peter's and (Y/n), talk about how they're going to cure the villains of their universes.

"Okay, so, uh... Connors, Marko, Dillon, and, um..." Peter (TH) said as he tried to explain the plan. "Uh, look, I think that I can repair the devices for Dillon and Marko, but the others..." He says, and Peter (A) looked at him.

Peter (A) wearing a lab coat, "Well, I got Connors, I've already cured him once, so no big deal." Peter (A) says. There was a moment of silence, as the older Peter looked towards him, "What? It's no big deal." He says, again.

"Great." Peter (TM) says, to him.

"Yeah, that's great." Peter (TH) said.

Peter (TM) looked down at the device, "I think I can make an antiserum for Doctor Osborn. I have been thinking about it a long time." Peter (TM) says, and he looks at the younger Peter (TH).

"Gotta cure all of 'em, right?" He asks, and the young Peter looks towards him and nods. "Right." Peter (TH) says.

"Yeah, it's what we do." Peter (TM) said. Then walks off to another corner of the lab leaving the young Peter to contemplate things. (Y/n) on the other hand is staying quiet, having not been around this many people since the passing of her late boyfriend.

Ever since then she's been quiet staying out of the public's eye in her universe. Quitting her job at her father's business. She fiddles with the necklace wrapped around her neck. Looking to her left she noticed, the young Peter's gaze on her, "What?" She asked, looking at him.

"Y-You said lost your Peter." He said. She just nodded looking at him sadly, "Yeah. You look just like him." She said sadly. There was a pregnant pause between them, "H-He was the love of my life. I blame myself for his death." She whispers, staring down at her hands.

"It seems us Spider-people lose the ones we love all the time," She said, looking down.

Ned rolls over behind Peter (TM), "Um... So. Do you have a best friend, too?" Ned asked, looking at the older-looking Peter. "I did." Peter (TM) said, focusing on creating the cure.

"You did?" Ned asked, curiously. "He died in my arms. After he tried to kill me. It was heartbreaking." Peter (TM) said, remembering the death of his friend.

"Yeah..." Ned said, and he sits with that for a few moments before standing and walking over to Peter (TH). "Can you, uh, run a diagnostic?" Peter (TH) asks, looking towards Ned.

"Yeah." Ned nods and presses a key on the laptop, and then quickly walks away. Peter looks after him, confused. (Y/n) flips open the locket; staring down at the picture of her universes Peter.

Peter's (TH) eyes glanced over, seeing the picture. "W-What was he like?" He asked, and she looked over at him and smiled softly, "From what I've seen a lot like you." She said.

"He loved old movies. Back to the Future, Star Wars." She smiled, her finger gently tracing the old picture. "Whenever I wasn't out fighting crime. We'd build the lego, Millenium Falcon." She chuckled softly.

"He was so kind, caring, selfless. He was my entire world, and he's gone because of me." She sighed. Shuddering under her breath, clenching the necklace in her hands. He looked at her sadly, "I haven't even visited his grave." She confessed.

Peter looked down; while fixing the devices. "H-How did you lose him?" He asked, and she looked down, her entire body beginning to shake. Her eyes welled up with tears remembering that fateful day, she lost the love of her life.

"He was killed by my father," She said, wiping away the tears in her eyes. "I'd only had my powers for six months. M-My father didn't like me much he preferred, my brother over me." She said, fiddling with her fingers.

"All because he blames me for our mother's death," She sighed, closing the necklace and looking over towards Peter. "M-My Peter.. Died trying to save my life. Pushing me out of the way of my father's, hoverboard." She stared at her hands, and Peter could only look at her remembering how his Aunt May died, because of the Green Goblin, because of Norman Osborn.

She wiped her nose shaking her head, "S-So seeing you was a shock." She said, wiping away the tears. "I-I'm just so lost without him." She shuddered, her entire body shaking.

"Hey, everything will be okay." He said, trying to calm her down. She looked at him teary-eyed, "He'd be so proud of you right now." He says and places his hand on her cheek. She whimpers softly and looks down tears in her eyes. "You're just like him." She whispers, and he smiles softly.

"I-I'm imagining the two of you. Watching Back to the Future together, and acting like brothers. He would've liked you." She says, to him and he smiles softly. Despite only knowing this Peter for only a few hours, it feels like she's known him for longer. They touch foreheads.

The battle was crazy. But it was finally over and (Y/n), and the other Peter's would be heading back to their universe.

She smiled looking at Peter (TH) who looked at her as well. "I'm glad. I met you." She said, looking at him. "Yeah, me too." He said, looking at her. The realization that she'd have to leave and never see him again. They stared at each other teary-eyed, after having only known each other for only a couple of hours. They've already bonded with each other having learned so much about them. And their different lives in other universes.

"I hope we meet again." She said, looking at him. "Me too," He said, and she chuckled softly. There was a pregnant pause. She then wrapped her arms around him, nuzzling her head into the crook of his neck. "I'm losing you all over again." She mumbled, under her breath. They held onto each other tight not wanting to let each other go.

"I wish I could stay here I have nothing left for me back home. Without nothing feels like home." She said, and he runs his fingers through her hair. "I wish I could stay here," She said, he pulled back and they touch foreheads.

"I'm sure we'll see each other again," He said, and she nodded sadly. She looked down at her hand noticed she was fading away. Her gaze shifted back towards him, looking at him teary-eyed. "I love you." She mouthed, as she faded away. He looked at her and smiled, "I love you too," He said, and she smiled tears streaming down her cheeks as she waved goodbye. Fading away back to her universe.

(a/n): sorry this was shit i was writing this while hungry.

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Pairing: Andrew Garfield! Peter Parker x reader

Warning: swearing, two best friend in love and not realising it.

MJ went first followed by Ned, you and other Peters.

You were standing behind Ned. You were not visible to Peter.

"My Uncle Ben was killed. It was my fault." The older Peter said.

"I lost… I lost Gwen. My… She was my MJ. I couldn’t save her.I’m never gonna be able to forgive myself for that.But I carried on. Tried to…Tried to keep going. Tried to keep being the… friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, because I know that’s what she would have wanted.But…At some point, I just…I stopped pulling my punches.I got rageful.I got bitter. I pushed MJ away. I just don’t want you to end up like… Like me." Your peter said, looking at you.

"Gwen?"

"Yeah." You said from behind.

"Y/n?" Peter asked you.

"Wait, how do you know my name and nobody calls me that except my Peter." Peter felt his heart do stunts when you said my peter.

"Oh shit. Now I know why you look familiar." MJ said.

"I'm a little confused right now." You said.

"You look like my ex-girlfriend Gwen y/n Stark. I used to call her y/n because she doesn't like being called that." Peter said, smiling at the memory.

"Where is she now?"

"She died. Sacrificed herself."

"I'm so sorry about her and aunt May."

"It's okay." He smiled politely at you. "I can still hear aunt May's voice in my head. Even after she was hurt, she said to me that we did the right thing. She told me that with great power…"

"comes great responsibility." All Peter said in unison.

"Wait, what? How do you know that?"

"Uncle Ben said it the day he died."

"Maybe she didn’t die for nothing, Peter." Your Peter said.

~~~

Everyone gathered in the school's lab. Ready to cure the villains.

You and your peter were working together.

"So… Do you have a best friend too?" Ned asked the older peter.

"I did."

"You did?"

"He died in my arms. After he tried to kill me.It was heartbreaking."

Ned was scared for his life.

"You have someone?" The older peter asked your peter.

Peter looked at you before answering.

"No. I got no time for Peter Parker stuff…You know? Do you?"

"It’s a little… complicated."

"I understand."

"Took a while, but… We made it work."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Me and MJ. My MJ. She, uhh…"

"It gets confusing, huh?"

"Peter?" Ned called.

Every peter looked up at him.

"Peter-Peter."

"We are all called Peter Ned."

"Yeah. Peter?"

"Peter Parker?"

"Same."

"We’re all Peter Parker."

"The computer!"

"Oh, I’m ready."

"When we get back to our universe will it be the same time when we left or some time later?" You asked your peter curiously. "Do you think Aunt May is wondering where you are? I have to feed my fish what if it dies..." You ranted.

Your peter pressed his lips on yours to stop you from talking.

"Everything is going to be fine. Don't panic and overthink things. We will figure it out soon."

You bit your lips nervously.

"Okay."

"So are you two dating?" Peter asked.

"No. We are just friends."

"Friends my ass." MJ murmured. Peter heard it and chuckled.

"What?" You asked.

"Nothing." Peter said.

~~~

You were sitting and talking with MJ.

"Do you have a boyfriend or anyone in your universe?"

"No. But I did. I dated Peter's best friend Harry. It was a messy break up.”

“Oh why did you break up?”

“ It was toxic and I was in love with someone else which I didn't realise until he pointed it out.”

“Was it peter?”

“No. of course not. What gives you that impression?”

“Maybe the way you look at him, the way you tilt your head as he speaks, you lean in towards him, the way you lick your lips.”

“Okay that's enough. Yes, it is peter. Why do you even notice all these things? But it doesn't matter, he dont feel the same way about me.”

“I'm pretty sure he is in love with you.”

“No he is not.”

“No one kisses their best friend, y/n.”

You opened your mouth to deny it but closed it. You didn't know what to reply. your cheeks turned red from embarrassment.

“y/n. I need your help.” your peter called you saving you from MJ just in time.

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Okay, I need to rant a little bit a lot, about several things. This probably isn't going to make much sense, but I'm upset and I need to blow some steam off about this, so sorry if this is too rambling. Also, fair warning that this post contains spoilers for the season 4 finale of Veronica Mars. I'm tagging, too, but in case you don't have it filtered out or Tumblr's a dick, this is your warning to scroll past this.

I'm tired of pointless character deaths. Like, really, really tired. It's not clever. It's not even new anymore, now that everyone has looked at Game of Thrones and gone, 'oh, so that's what people like! Let's do that.' I'm not denying that some people do like random and pointless character deaths - a former friend of mine comes to mind, a boy who sneered at happy endings and called rape and random character death 'realistic,' as though that’s enough justification to include them.

Which, yes, sure, that’s true. People in real life do, in fact, die at random, usually it's pointless. The thing is, realism is not the same as good writing. Everyone's heard the expression 'stranger than fiction'? Weird shit happens in real life, and that’s allowed, but if that same thing happens in fiction, it may not necessarily be okay. The difference is that real life is not a narrative. Stories, though - TV shows and movies and books - these are constructed narratives being consciously put together by a writer (or a team of writers), and most importantly, the audience knows that. We know that Bob only got hit by a bus because a writer typed 'and then Bob got hit by a bus.' What this means is that unlike in real life, when we'll all just shake our heads and go 'poor Bob,' it needs to make narrative sense for Bob to get hit by the bus at that time.

When Ned Stark has his fool head chopped off, it made sense. When Robb Stark and Catelyn and their people were murdered, it made sense. These people made mistakes and reacted incorrectly to events in a very dangerous world where mistakes and bad choices can and will get you killed. It wasn’t a question of if they would die, but when. Not to say that the audience was not upset - of course we were - but it's a different kind of upset. It's mourning for characters we loved (eh, some of us, anyway), it's grief that Westeros is this way and that these characters' flaws led to their downfall. When Thorin dies in The Hobbit, it has the weight of inevitability to it that makes enough sense that even while our souls rail against the unfairness and curse Tolkien for his cruelty, we still love the book and keep it on our shelves and read it again and again, because Thorin’s death seems almost predetermined. This is good writing - this makes sense.

Not so with some other deaths I could mention, like the subject of this rant, Logan Echolls. 'The fans need this.' No, we don't. We didn’t need you to take a character you'd spent years developing from an angry, toxic, racist rich boy into a functioning, mature, good man and kill him off right after he married Veronica just because you weren't creative enough things to do with him and you couldn’t stand to have any happiness for any of your characters. Logan became supportive, he went to therapy for his anger and other issues, he discussed problems like an adult. He was growing, becoming more - but apparently, in your world, that makes him boring and pointless. There was no buildup to his death. Call it what it was - a random twist thrown in for shock value. Well, guess what? Shock value isn't good writing. Didn’t you learn anything from Game of Thrones? And happy people are only boring when you're not a creative enough writer to do anything with them. If you can't fall back on your old standbys of 'Veronica seeks revenge' and 'Veronica is traumatised by the death of someone she cares about,' you don't know what to do, and that limitation is going to bite you in the ass, because I'm hardly the only person upset by this terrible writing choice. If it had been carefully constructed with some kind of lead-up to that possibility, Logan's death might have been tragic. As it was, it was slapped on the last ten minutes because you wanted to end on a bang and you didn't know what else to do. Lacking imagination doesn’t make it a good writing choice.

Speaking of Veronica, I was seriously grossed out and disturbed by the writing choice to make her be angry with her functioning, mature boyfriend for being functioning and mature, and to provoke him into losing his temper and only then become turned on and ready to fuck him. I was never a Veronica/Logan shipper because I thought he was toxic and abusive, but this season really flipped that around. When Logan is being supportive and Veronica gets pissed off about it because 'I don't know that person', there is a problem. It felt like you were making her into a character who's not only toxic for Logan, but actively asking him to be abusive to her, and the whole thing was extremely icky.

All in all, I was so disgusted and disappointed. This is why I usually run screaming when the people involved in a project use those buzz words 'darker, grittier, more adult,' etc, because this is the kind of crap that happens. You can be adult, and you can even be dark, without sacrificing plot and character and any semblance of sense, but somehow that just never happens.

Fuck, what a mess. What a waste of time.

Sorry for the length - I'm on mobile. I'm just very upset and had to get it out. Thanks for listening.